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Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

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And Eva sets out to find her, carrying only an address on a slip of paper. But she is more shocked when she learns that her mother is a prostitute in a.

I dig wanderin’ along 1300 E. Holladay, where cool houses line up like they’re waitin’ for a baguette festival or somethin’. There’s this little hidden alley near 100 N. Holladay Drive that’s crazy quiet, like a secret garden. I caught sunsets there – wow, maddeningly beautiful! Hard to put into words, man; it makes you feel like every little joy counts.

8 people injured in Holladay duplex fire, including firefighter, 5 officers